Vinson lowered his eyes as he snorted, making it less apparent to the observer how he really felt about it.
Just as Derek was fretting, Vinson replied, “I’ll accept it. Tell Mr. Larson that I’ll meet him at the First Wharf at eight tonight.”
Derek’s eyes lit up, and he bowed profusely under the impression that Vinson had relented.
“Thank you for your magnanimity, Mr. Nightshire. You truly are a gracious man. In that case, I shan’t continue to impose. Let me go back to inform Mr. Larson of this right away.”
With a wave of his hand, Vinson bade Derek farewell.
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